Everything That Happens & Bicycle Racks
David Byrne wrote about the project on his blog:
Other recent David Byrne projects include Playing the Building and these bicycle racks:In a nutshell, Brian wrote most of the music, and I composed most of the vocal melodies and lyrics, and then sang them. Other musicians play on the album too. It's not Bush of Ghosts II: this is a record of sung songs, and the result really surprises me. Despite a sinister inflection to both the lyrics and the music, many songs feel fairly uplifting and the overall tone is hopeful. From where does this quality derive?
Eno and I hadn't worked together for many years, but since the Nonesuch reissue of Bush Of Ghosts in 2006, we'd kept in contact fairly regularly. In spite of a slow start, we began to collaborate, still with no plans to make a whole record (or whatever a collection of songs might be called now). After a while though, it became obvious that we were indeed making a record. As it neared completion, we decided to try releasing it ourselves -- so far there is no record label involved -- though various independent distributors will handle the physical CDs. Those who follow the music industry will know this idea is not entirely new; but every experiment in this area turns out a little different, as no model is right for everyone.
The artist and designer Stefan Sagmeister is busy creating the packaging and graphics. We've worked together before and it always results in something new and surprising; I have no doubt it will happen again here too. Do I sound like a salesman? Am I too enthusiastic?

See more of his bicycle racks here. The racks were inspired by David Byrnes's love of bicycling. Unfortunately they're only up (in Manhattan and Brooklyn) for a year, then they will be sold by Pace/MacGill Gallery. Byrne wrote about a bicycling mishap on his blog last May:"You drank too much and fell off your bike" could be the title of a drawing by David Shrigley. But in this case, it actually happened to me after meeting Shrigley for dinner and drinks. While riding home, C and I were briefly separated. Upon reuniting, my tire slipped on the cobblestones of West 14th St., and I remember lying in the street, looking at oncoming headlights and rolling towards the curb so they wouldn't run me over. Two cops approached and looked down at me. "Have you been drinking?" they asked. Probably a typical question in that neighborhood at that time of night. "Yes, I've had a few drinks," I replied. "But I'm hurt." I managed to get up by myself and retrieve my bike (no help from the NYPD, though one of them asked if I was David Byrne) and it wasn't until later, when I was in bed, that the pain made itself truly known. I wondered how I would ever even get out of bed. The next day I went to the hospital and x-rays revealed two broken ribs -- numbers 3 and 5, way up high. They're healing now, little by little, and I was told that in 3 weeks I should be OK.
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